Dead , When We Meet Again

Defferent

Jihyo got two waters when it was her turn to order. She didn't know why, just that she needed to. She had rejected Cornwall's star-studded soccer player, Kim Mingyu , whom had come up to her in line to ask her out. The other girls squealed while she just replied, "Sure, Tzuyu would looove to go out with you, Mingyu ." She said this smoothly and went to get her water. Jihyo figured that Tzuyu would get to go out with the most popular guy in school, and she(Jihyo) would get to avoid the chance of dating a guy who, basically, only sees himself. What a Pre-Madonna. She turned to see two people, a guy and a girl, arguing about who-knows-what. Normally, she would just ignore it and walk away, thinking to herself: wow, those two are really making an unnecessary scene, but-for some odd reason-she couldn't walk away. She watched as the cute boy in red questionably yelled at the pitiful blond about what she thinks she's doing. She saw how the blond-who looked a lot like some skimpy hooker-shook at his words, at his rejection. The guy started to walk away, towards the refreshment table where she was standing. Jihyo looked at his face. He looked tired and...sad, but-more importantly-he looked entirely familiar to her. Curious, she followed him onto Cornwall's soccer field. He sat down and leaned against the pole of the goal net and looked up at the sky. She followed his gaze to the sky and saw that there were no stars, but the moon was so bright that it almost took her breath away. Her heart began to beat faster as she approached the guy. He didn't even look up, just stared up at the moon, obviously deep in thought. As if by reflex, she sat cross-legged, facing his side, and she looked up at the moon too. It was so peaceful, so familiar. They both sat there for a good ten minutes.
He was the first to speak, "It's beautiful. The moon, that is."
Jihyk looked back to find him looking at the grass. "Y-Yes, i-it is beautiful." She was shocked, she never stuttered in her life, not even when she was cold.
The boy met her gaze then, "Now, may I ask why you are here, Cornwall?"
She giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. Giggled! She has never stooped so low as giggled in front of any guy, even the ones that she knew. He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. It was dark, so Jihyo couldn't really see, but his hair looked light, like it was blond or something. She figured that he must be a Basshunter if he called her by the colors she wore.
"How do you know I'm Cornwall?" What kind of idiot question is that? She was starting to get a little bit scared. Never would she act like this in front of anyone, not even her own parents.
"You're wearing blue," he pointed out the obvious, getting annoyed.
"Anyone could wear blue. I could wear blue and cheer for the Basshunters, dressing in enemy clothes like a spy. Secretly plotting the fail of the enemy school right under their noses." She retorted. The guy grabbed his stomach and started to burst out laughing, throwing his head back with no control over himself. Jihyo laughed with him, falling over into the grass. When the two finally stopped laughing they found themselves lying in the grass, faces about one foot apart. Jihyo saw the boys eyes more clearly now. His hair was definitely blond, almost sandy, and his eyes were dark with a hint of green. Green eyes... Blond hair... He was entirely familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Have we met before?" She asked curiously. Something clicked in her mind before he even answered.
Yes, yes they have.